As they moved deeper into the labyrinth, Peter kept a sharp eye, and a sharper ear out. Though most of his ear was dedicated to listening to Zariah, and trying to remember anything that sounded important. The history was interesting, even if the softness in her tone put him on edge, as did the assurance that came after. He didn’t know what a boggart was, but if it was something that could shift into other people he knew, he didn’t want to meet one.
The rustling bushes made Peter frown, and take a step off to the side, so he was in a slightly better position. The roar made a blade appear in his hand, his eyes flicking between Zariah and the shrubbery like he was waiting for an order. Edrei’s words, and her sudden gout of flame, surprised him, Peters heart hammering in his throat for a moment. It was insubordination, disrespect, something, wasn’t it? He turned again to glance at the family head, trying futilely to read her expression, to silently ask permission to follow after Edrei, and face whatever challenge this was.
PET
he is trying to tell you that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside him and he has to dig it out with a knife.
